Chapter 455: Chapter 455 Losing to the Point of Doubting Life Chapter 455: Chapter 455 Losing to the Point of Doubting Life Jian Linyuan smiled faintly and said, “No, no, I practice the Slaughter Skill,”
“I kill, not fight.”
“Only those who must die will see strike.”
Jiang Fan’s pupils contracted slightly.
*Could there truly be people in this world who cultivated the Slaughter Skill?*
*He had once read about it in an ancient manuscript.*
*Among the myriad paths of magic cultivation, there were so exceedingly niche thods.*
*The Slaughter Skill was one of them.*
*Practitioners of such a path seldom t a good end.*
*Because, reaching the peak of cultivation ant only one outco—loss of mind.*
Cultivating this technique involved more than just mastering various dangerous and terrifying techniques.
One also had to consu the blood of violent demon beasts from a young age, fostering a bloodthirsty bloodline.
Once they made a move,
The bloodthirsty bloodline would activate automatically, thrusting them into a crazed state of bloodlust.
Their hearing, vision, touch, sensitivity, and agility would all rise to inhuman levels in an instant.
When paired with their Killing Skill,
Their combat capabilities beca absolutely frightening.
The most terrifying part was that, in their bloodthirsty state, rationality would cease to exist.
Unless their opponent died, they would continue fighting ceaselessly.
*Who wouldn’t fear encountering such a violent and dangerous martial artist?*
The Slaughter Skill was widely recognized as the most powerful combat style.
*Its fall from favor stemd from its inherent danger—the deeper one cultivated it, the more ntal clarity was eroded by the bloodthirsty bloodline.*
*In the end, one would lose the ability to regain their human rationality.*
*Driven to madness, they would transform into a demon.*
Their eventual fate involved either being prematurely slain by a stronger opponent or causing chaos as a demon before being killed.
*No exceptions had ever been made.*
Before him stood a silver-haired man with a calm and insightful gaze.
This person actually turned out to be a practitioner of the legendary Slaughter Skill.
*It was nothing like the savage, unpredictable, and easily enraged figure Jiang Fan had imagined.*
Jiang Fan nodded and replied, “Well, that’s just fine.”
“As for my sect affiliation,”
“It’s the sa as yours.”
“None of your business!”
Having said that,
He mobilized his spiritual power at his feet, preparing to use his movent technique to leave the area.
Jian Linyuan didn’t try to stop him.
Instead, he chuckled gracefully, “If you won’t say, so be it.”
“With your strength, it’s only a matter of ti before you join the Heavenly chanism Pavilion.”
“You’ll find out then.”
“As your future senior brother, let give you a word of advice.”
“The demon race’s blood aura on you is beginning to surface; if you keep killing, the aura will cling to you.”
“At that point, you’ll beco the common enemy of the demon race.”
Jiang Fan’s eyes flickered.
He was reminded of Ye Cangyuan, who guarded this region.
That man had killed so much that a palpable layer of blood aura flowed visibly around him.
Taking Jian Linyuan’s words to heart, Jiang Fan cupped his hands and said, “Thanks for the warning!”
“Farewell!”
Whoosh!
He transford into a fleeting shadow and vanished amidst the boundless snowfield.
Leng Qingzhu and the others sat on the ground, sowhat stunned.
One male disciple of the Fourth Level of Core Formation suddenly asked, “So… we lost, just like that?”
The others shared the sa surreal and dreamlike feeling.
A group of prodigies from the Heavenly chanism Pavilion had been utterly defeated by so wild kid who appeared out of nowhere.
Even if this were a dream, it would be an absurd one.
Yet it had truly happened.
Bam!
Leng Qingzhu struck the corpse of the demon beast behind her in frustration.
“Where the hell did that bastard learn so many techniques?”
“It’s utterly ridiculous!”
Shang Shiqiu grumbled as well, “Yeah! He totally cheated!”
“When dueling Senior Sister Leng, he used so many techniques, and then suddenly he unleashed a Sound Path Technique!”
“That’s outrageous!”
They recalled the variety of techniques Jiang Fan had used.
A rough count revealed a total of eight!
And at the very least, they were all of Earth-level, lower rank.
None of them were re ornantal or ordinary techniques.
“Is he even human?” Leng Qingzhu muttered, tears welling up in her eyes.
Regarding strength, she was undoubtedly a standout among practitioners of the Fifth Layer of Core Formation.
Her record of victories far exceeded her defeats.
Against those in realms lower than hers, she had an impeccable record.
But today, she had been thoroughly crushed by Jiang Fan.
In re monts, he had unleashed seven Earth-level techniques.
*How was one supposed to fight against that?!*
And then.
Jian Linyuan, with his hands behind his back, gazed toward the direction Jiang Fan had vanished and said,
“Eight Earth-level techniques are rely the limit of your understanding.”
“Not his limit.”
What?
Leng Qingzhu wiped away her tears, her expression one of shock as she asked,
“Senior Brother Jian, are you saying that this person had yet another thod he hadn’t used?”
The others were completely frozen.
More?
Was that guy really not just so monster wearing human skin?
Jian Linyuan gently shook his head, “Not just one.”
“Many.”
“One of them is a known technique—an extrely dangerous soul attack.”
“He never used it, which clearly shows he showed you rcy.”
Hiss!
Leng Qingzhu finally rembered that Jian Linyuan had previously ntioned that the pangolin demon who had escaped had suffered damage to its soul.
It turned out that the person responsible was Jiang Fan!
The pangolin demon, despite being at the Fifth Level of Core Formation, had its soul damaged.
*If he had used that attack on her, how could she have fared any better?*
“That guy is a total freak!” Leng Qingzhu gasped.
Jian Linyuan’s eyes glimred with aning as he said, “Furthermore, my intuition tells ,”
“He carries an extrely dangerous weapon.”
“The last ti I felt such a sensation was with the Pavilion Master’s personal magical treasure.”
What?
Leng Qingzhu’s pupils shrank drastically.
The Heavenly chanism Pavilion Master’s personal magical treasure was none other than… a Spiritual Artifact!
She inhaled sharply.
*All traces of her unwillingness to concede defeat lted away.*
*If Jiang Fan had unleashed the soul attack from the beginning, alongside the Spiritual Artifact,*
*her body would have long turned cold.*
Shang Shiqiu’s mouth hung agape as he stamred, “He… he truly is a little freak!”
“But Senior Brother Jian, since you knew, why didn’t you stop us earlier?”
“Not only did we embarrass ourselves, but we also lost the hard-earned demon core.”
Leng Qingzhu cast him an equally resentful look.
If they had known how terrifying he was, they wouldn’t have provoked him, let alone gambled and fought him.
Jian Linyuan chuckled lightly, “Did anyone heed when I said Junior Sister Leng might not be his match?”
At these words,
Leng Qingzhu’s delicate face flushed red, and the others felt equally embarrassed.
As the Heavenly chanism Pavilion’s prodigies, how could they possibly regard a disciple from the Nine-Sect as their equal?
Nothing anyone said would have swayed them.
Jian Linyuan, with his hands clasped behind his back, strolled toward the Northern Territory, saying with a laugh,
“Words can teach a person nothing; experience can teach them once and for all.”
“Spending five demon cores for a lesson they’ll never forget, that’s worth it.”
Leng Qingzhu’s face turned even redder.
Grinding her silver teeth in frustration, she said, “Where do we go to find a Beast King now?”
Having lost so many beast cores, they had to figure out how to replenish them quickly.
Jian Linyuan glanced north, his silver hair billowing, and calmly uttered,
“In the territory of the demon race.”
What?
The group questioned if they’d heard him wrong.
Leng Qingzhu asked, “Senior Brother Jian, wouldn’t the frontlines be safer?”
The territory of the demon race was devoid of any support.
Jian Linyuan replied indifferently, “Disciples of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion should act like disciples of the Heavenly chanism Pavilion.”
“Don’t compete with the Nine-Sect disciples for spoils.”
“We’re going to the dangerous places.”
“Leave the frontlines’ Beast Kings to them.”
Leng Qingzhu and the others exchanged glances, then hurriedly followed him.
Though there were many groups of Heavenly chanism Pavilion disciples deployed,
Not all would act the sa. However,
It was enough to ensure they did what was right.
As for Jiang Fan,
After executing his movent technique several tis, he landed atop a towering snow mountain.
He gazed into the distance,
Searching for demon beasts that had infiltrated behind the lines.
After seven or eight days of clearing them out, the beasts that had breached the defenses were nearly eradicated.
Jiang Fan pondered whether he should head straight to the frontlines.
At that mont, a snow-white Spiritual Horse, being chased by a ferocious Beast King at the Second Level of Core Formation, dashed past the foot of the mountain.
Jiang Fan initially rejoiced,
A demon core had delivered itself to him.
But his expression quickly turned grim.
*That white Spiritual Horse… belonged to Xia Chaoge!*
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